The scorching sun cast it\'s gaze upon a lonely figure walking in the middle of the desert
Or was it the middle of the sea in which he was slowly drowning because of a leak in his boat
A leak that he caused
Saying, \"If only I had...\" as he unfold yesterday\'s note which he wrote
It reads: If the factors of yesterday\'s horror are present today, yesterday could repeat itself
As notion turn to habit, from habit to addiction and then to destruction
That is the power of \'Decision\'